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Not such the rapture [[underline]] Albert [[/underline]] feels for thee But thou my [[underline]] Charlotte [[/underline]] had been blest with me Alas he views thee, with no Werter's Eyes; Ah too unconscious of so fair a prize; But Oh what transport had our union crown'd And love, and sweet content had ever bloom'd around At night when slumber seals each mortal Eye My lovely [[underline]] Charlotte [[/underline]] in my dreams I spy I press thy tender hand, I drop a tear And thy kind glances bid me not despair; I wake - the sweet illusions mock my Eyes I stretch my arms - the lovely Phantom flies [[underline]] Bereft of comfort floods of anguish flow I sigh, and sorrow, o'er my future woe. [[/underline]] Still thro' my bosom feirce sensations rove [[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] all the symptoms of ill [[deletion]] requited [[/deletion]] [[addition]] fated [[/addition]] love, Fierce love still rages with unbounded sway Ah! what can calm it, and the storm allay? Now rays of flatt'ring hope my breast inspire And my heart melts in tides of soft desire Should [[underline]] Albert [[/underline]] die, then [[underline]] Werter [[/underline]] might be blest! Might clasp his Charlotte to his panting breast. [[catchword]] turn [[/catchword]]
